“Once, monks, a large family of turtles had lived for a long time in a certain freshwater lake. Then one turtle said to another, ‘My dear turtle, don’t go to that area.’ But the turtle went to that area, and because of that a hunter lanced him with a harpoon. So he went back to the first turtle. The first turtle saw him coming from afar, and on seeing him said to him, ‘I hope, dear turtle, that you didn’t go to that area.’
“‘I went to that area, dear turtle.’
“‘Then I hope you haven’t been wounded or hurt.’
“‘I haven’t been wounded or hurt, but there’s this cord that keeps dragging around behind me.’
“‘Yes, dear turtle, you’re wounded, you’re hurt. It was because of that cord that your father and grandfather fell into misfortune and disaster. Now go, dear turtle. You are no longer one of us.’
– Gautama Buddha.
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